"There's more!" exclaims the curse, giddily, who swivels around Gojō to apply a touch technique to his back which causes a burst of purple flames to explode from the point of contact.

It certainly seems to work. The curse’s hand touches something, and the scenery is extremely, ludicrously destroyed.

The curse chuckles dryly. "That's all it took? I take a look for myself, and it was just an overestimation by the weak. That human was just as fragile as the rest. He wasn't living a life of truth. It's all so... nauseatingly repulsive."

He smiles to himself and turns around, starting to walk away. "I'm going to go spread real strength, the truth, through death."

“Haven’t you heard of confirming the corpse?” wonders Gojo, from the smoke and ruin. “Come on, we just did this, I’d like to have a little variety.”

The curse turns back around, slowly.

He waves. Cheerfully.

"You missed!"

"...what's the meaning of this? That's impossible! That wasn't like before! I know I touched you and killed you!"

"Clearly not. Would it help if I explained?"

"You cocky bastard."

He doesn't make any moves to attack again, though.

"Yeah!" he agrees, with a laugh. "So, what you actually touched was the infinity of space between me and everything else." He holds out his hand, grinning. "Try to touch me and see."

"C'moooooon. Live a little!" He wiggles his fingers enticingly.

...no hostility that he can detect. So he can... see what that's about.

He narrows his eye but takes a few steps towards the sorcerer and tries to touch his hand.

Something stops him centimeters away from Gojo's outstretched fingers. Or - no, his hand is stopped in something.

"The closer you get, the less you move. You can push as hard as you like, and you'll get absolutely nowhere. Unless!" He reaches his hand further and gently touches the curse's. "I let you. See? And now we can hold hands. I'm sure that's all you were after, right?"

He entwines his fingers with Jogo's, grinning.

It... his hand... stops just before him...

"I—refuse—damn you—!"

"What, I'm not your type? Aw. I'm hurt."

He releases Jogo's hand, giving a shrug. "Oh well. Guess we can go back to fighting. It was my turn next, right?"

What follows is a brutal series of blows that are far too fast for Jogo to wrap his poor volcano head around, ending in being casually booted off of the side of the mountain.

Out and down he goes, bouncing off the side of the mountain under gravity.

That power... And it's not even just curse-enhanced hits...

He don't understand. It doesn't make sense. He has to understand...

"To put it in very simple terms, I warp space itself. Traditionally, the ultimate form of the technique of the Gojo clan would be to warp space to create a vacuum." He holds up a single finger, and a red orb starts spinning on the end of it. "But just warping space in one direction is boring, isn’t it? With space warping you have so many options! What do you think happens when you reverse the effect?"

Answer: you get a great big explosion that sends the curse flying.

He's launched, far into the air above the woods. Far, far too far.

He must not think. He must act.

It takes several tries to arrest his momentum, hitting into trees and the ground over and over again, but eventually he manages it, and tries to pivot some of that acquired momentum back into a flaming punch—of course Gojō Satoru is still following him, of course the sorcerer's hot on his heels—but if he can land something—anything—

Wait, actually, where did the sorcerer go?

...the hell.

Did he... flee?

Not quite!

Back at an underground apartment where a movie marathon is going on, Gojo appears out of thin air behind Tokan.

"Field trip!" he calls, cheerfully.

"Sweet baby Buddha," says Itadori, nearly jumping out of his skin.

His cursed energy output is steady, though; the bear remains asleep.

"Oh, well done! C'mon, we don't want to keep our guest speaker waiting."

And then he reaches out and grabs Itadori by the shoulder, and—